[ The first he knows of it comes from wafting two of the weird skull-patterned butterflies off his arms, shooing them away in alarm. When someone suggests he take a walk if he isn't a fan of bugs, he feels a tingle in the back of his head and agrees; he walks for three hours through the City before finally turning up home, exhausted and panting, sweat stuck to the sides of his neck. Shit. It's no coincidence these two things happened so close together and calls out for whoever is at home, intending to warn them about the new danger outside. ]
Guys! Think I'm cursed! Fuck, my feet ...
[ He yanks off his boots and rubs his heels, blistered from so much power-walking. ]
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[ While Molly keeps an eye on Fjord to make sure no one accidentally tells him to do something stupid, he still needs to go out of the house on occasion and Fjord promises to stay indoors until his return. It's quite quiet inside with everyone out for the day and he wanders around, avoiding books with suggestions in their meta, making snacks for himself and keeping his eyes off his device. It's boring, so inevitably he mooches his way into the adjoining house to see how the wizards are doing.
He takes the stairs up to the loft, confident as he can be that Gilmore is out and exploring the crazy City after so recently arriving. If Fjord hears any weird noises through Vax's door he resolves to leave immediately. Hearing nothing, he raps on the front, holding up the note that he wrote for himself:
I've been cursed by the bugs outside, I have to do whatever people ask. Please be gentle. I can still speak but I need you to read this first before we talk. ]
he feels as though he's earned it, dealing with shaun all night long and then ... sometime he's going to have to face caleb, too. vax'ildan sighs and runs a hand through his hair when he hears the knock at his door, grumpily sitting up and staring at it as though the door itself as gravely offended him.
not masking his expression in the slightest, vax pads over to the door, pulling it open to face whoever saw fit to wake him up.
"fjord?"
he starts to ask him what he needs, but the note catches his attention first, and he mumbles it out loud as he reads. when he finishes, he looks up to him, frowning. that freshly-awoken grumpiness starts to fade, and he meets fjord's eyes with a furrowed brow. "oh, shit. alright. uh. come i-- er." okay. be careful with your words, vax'ildan. "do you... want to come inside?"
It's nice to come in because he wants to, lips twitching into a relieved smile as Vax, with his quick rogue's mind, catches on quicker than he had hoped. Strolling into the dark loft, he looks around awkwardly and his attention lands back on its ruffled occupant.
"If you just woke up I can leave, I was keeping to myself anyway. I got bored, that's all."
[ When he hears Fjord come in, he's already heading out of the kitchen to meet him - but the wail makes him hurry. He moves around the corner to the entryway, red eyes wide when he sees the mess of those feet. ]
Oh, love... what happened?
[ Cursed? What the fuck did that mean? ]
Sit down, don't stand on those feet. I'll get some of those sticking bandage things.
[ He sits down immediately while in the midst of trying to get up. Oof. Well, okay then. ]
Two butterflies with skulls on their wings landed on me. Someone told me to go for a walk if I didn't like bugs ... and I did, for three hours. I'm exhausted.
vax'ildan had just wanted something for breakfast that wasn't weird xhorhasian food, something to snack on while he tried to wake up for the day. coffee is in short supply in the magic using household next door, so he's wandered into the neinhaus's kitchen, where he finds a mug to fill and begin nursing.
upstairs, the sound of excited talking and enthusiastic oh!s and ah!s catch his attention, so vax blearily makes his way to the staircase to investigate. he's fully aware that he might be walking in on a few people having sex, but one of those excited voices sounds like aphrodite, and the memories of being married haven't entirely left him yet. the other sounds like... molly, maybe? it isn't fjord. he starts to take the steps as quietly as he can (27 on that stealth roll!) peeking around the slightly ajar doorframe of fjord and molly's shared room.
his suspicions have proven correct: aphrodite and mollymauk seem fairly excited about something they've laid out on the bed. fjord is nowhere to be found, and so vax'ildan's curiosity gets the better of him.
the door pushes open with a soft creak, and he gives away his position with a clearing of his throat.
To be fair to Vax, it's entirely possible he could have been walking in on Molly and Aphrodite having sex, and the first scene that he sees when he pushes open the door might suggest where the conversation had been heading. It's at the same moment that the door is opening that Aphrodite turns to Mollymauk and starts urgently tugging his coat off, all eager smiles and bubbling laughs. As for Aphrodite, she's dressed in lacy thigh-high stockings, panties, and a strappy bra. It's anyone's guess if she arrived that way or if this is part of what they're giggling over.
"Come now, dear, this one will look so cute with your-" The coat is about halfway down his arms when their visitor arrives and she freezes, hands still on the lapels of his coat and head swiveled towards the door. Fjord can't be home already-
"Oh, hello there, Vax." Said brightly, casually as if she wasn't in the middle of undressing Mollymauk. Speaking of, she pulls the coat the rest of the way off - treating it with the care that a beautiful garment deserves, of course, and she folds it nicely to lay on the dresser nearby, a hand motioning Vax at the door to come closer, "Come in and look, darling."
What they'd been cooing over was a few sets of lingerie, laid out on the bed. The pickings are slim but they are extremely cute with a few styles to choose from. A gift from both what the Augur put at the bottom of Aphrodite's trunk of clothes, and from Lottie, who Aphrodite has talked into letting her stress test the cute underwear she was designing. Win-win, she thinks.
Mollymauk was trying to pick a set when they were disturbed, about to follow Aphrodite's suggestion on how cute the panties with the bow in the back would be. (They were string panties as well, so he didn't have to cut any holes into them - just slide his tail in on one side.)
Just like the lovely goddess, he's momentarily worried it's Fjord that arrives, back already - but seeing Vax, his expression changes to an amused, interested one. Oh, now he has ideas.
"Oh, yes, come join us! Aphrodite has been so kind to share some lovely pieces with me... we were hoping to surprise a certain half-orc," he purrs, then reaches to pull his shirt off as well, adding it to the sweetly folded coat and kissing Aphrodite's cheek as a thanks.
"Aren't they absolutely lovely?" He asks, definitely excited about all of this - and then looks at the goddess again. "I think I'll go with the green, it matches my tattoo and the panties are perfect. Impeccable taste, as expected."
[ Wandering over to the Wizardhaus with an armful of peaches, Fjord makes his way to their kitchen and sets the fresh fruit up where he thinks everyone will see, absorbing the quieter air compared to the livelier Neinhaus. He checks Caleb and co. have some supplies in their own cold-cupboard so they don't always need to cross an entire house to get something to eat when they're working, then wanders upstairs with the intention of getting a fire whiskey from Vax's bar; no one else likes it and it's unofficially, exclusively Fjord's supply.
As he sips his drink, he smells something odd on the air. Burning? Not quite. Concerned, he follows the scent of smoke down a corridor he would ordinarily avoid (living quarters are a different bag to the social rooms in any house) until he comes to a door he wasn't aware was occupied before. It's the worry that someone accidentally started a fire which prompts him to knock. ]
Hello? Anyone in there?
[ Not to say that he didn't take his whiskey with him. He was alarmed, not frantic. ]
[ The room is a completely new addition to the house. Shaun only recently earned but he's made the most of it. It's luxurious. Beautiful shades of purple with accents of black and touches of gold.
Shaun lounges on the floor in a pile of large pillows on a plush rug. It's a perfectly traditional space for a native Marquesian. It might look a bit strange to anyone else. Next to him is an elegant glass hookah also purple with a silver stem and black accents. There's clearly an aesthetic to Shaun that he has embraced fully in this new home of his. ]
Ah, Fjord! Welcome, welcome. Care to join me? [ He blows a bit of smoke in the air, perfectly explaining the smell slowly rolling through the house. ] Or is hookah not a tradition in Wildmounte?
[ It feels a bit like walking into the Menagerie Coast as a theme when he opens the door, coughing a little so that a swig of whiskey eases the burn. Makes sense. ]
Gilmore, look at you. I was afraid someone was on fire, I'm glad to see you're not.
[ He shuts the door and steps inside, sinking down to sit on the edge of a pillow nearby. His gazes roves the interior decorating with a smile in tow before resting on the hookah. ]
I've seen them once or twice in Port Damali. You're really taking me back home in here, I like what you've done with the place.
[ The cut isn't too bad, long and deep enough to be annoying while Caduceus is out of the house but not awful enough that Fjord needs to bother his friend in the meantime. He washes his forearm in the shower after a morning of foraging cut short by the injury, bandaging it up and exchanging his dirty armour for the softest clothes he owns, thick and knitted, insulated sweatpants ...
God, he's tired. That fucking plant was less horny than violent, something he doesn't encounter often outside the City; it was foolish not to be wary of more than the monsters.
Having returned home with a bag of peaches and nothing else for his labours, he wanders around the Neinhaus with a hot chocolate feeling sorry for himself with everyone out for the day, and because he's nosy he heads into the Wizardhaus too. Why not? There's fire whiskey in Vax's bar that he knows is saved for him ... maybe he could add some to his chocolate. Not even trying to be quiet, he makes his way through the second-level door and crosses over houses, cradling his drink with his one hand as his bandaged arm curls around his middle.
It might be pointless, but, ] Helloooo? Anyone home? Eldritch blaaast ... ?
Essek is usually home during the day - particularly on days when the sun is out and bright. He's hung dark curtains over the windows in his room, only the faintest light filtering through and the rest lit by candles or lamps. Usually he rests during the very middle of the day, and occasionally only emerges to the house at large when it's closer to evening as the others return from whatever it is they do out and about.
He's only just recently awoken when he hears a familiar voice echoing from the door shared between the houses. Dressed in the dark, silk and lace robe gifted to him by Fjord not long after his arrival, Essek steps out from his room, appearing at the bottom of the stairs and glancing up after the half-orc. He notices the cup first, and the bandaged arm second.
"Fjord-" He frowns in concern, starting up the stairs.
It's Essek in a dress. No, a nightgown. A nice nightgown.
"Oh. If I woke you up I can leave." That seems a more salient point to make. He glances behind Essek as if expecting others to follow in his wake, then back. "I was just ... walking."
[ The first thing he does when he gets a portion of his powers back after six months is send three eldritch blasts into the sky, hooting as he runs home. He summons the Star Razor and casts Fly on himself, the sonic BOOM!! shaking the neighbourhood as Fjord shoots into the air and circles the Neinhaus, coming to a halt in front of his and Molly's bedroom. Peering in, he grins as he sees him there and rap!rap!rap! can be heard on the pane.
Just a beaming, floating Paladin and his sword, no big deal. ]
[ Molly's sitting on the bed, apparently both checking the network and sorting his jewelry at the same time. The knock first makes him look at the door, and then he turns with a confused look on his face. Finally it sinks in that it really is Fjord there outside of the window, knocking on it. On the second floor.
Curious, Molly opens the window with a smile. ]
Hello there! What can I do for you? [ Wait... ] You're flying!
vax'ildan had spent most of the day with his daggers, feeling like old, familiar friends in his grasp. they kept him and his friends and family safe for years, and having them home again feels like returning to tal'dorei in some ways. while there's less threats here on the nameless island, he sleeps safer with them by his bedside.
after a few days of bonding with them again, he returns them to their mount on the wall by his bed and crosses the homes to fjord's bedroom.
"fjord?" he calls quietly, knocking softly on the door. after a moment, he tries the handle. "put your pants on, i want to talk to you."
He doesn't see Vax for a few days. Knowing he's staying with a friend helps but a little thread of worry lodges in his chest all the same, so when he hears that familiar voice he perks up.
"I'm decent, come on in."
Dressed in comfortable indoor clothing, he sits up on his bed with a leg curled underneath him and sets down the book he was reading. He looks like he had a shower not too long ago, hair damp, and wears a hesitant smile for Vax when he enters.
[ With a bunch of sex toys stuffed in a scarf, a hastily showered Fjord turns up at Vax's loft door a half-hour after a text conversation that has Fjord anticipating an afternoon of sex with an extremely handsome man. ]
vax'ildan has been more than annoyingly hard since his conversation with fjord had hijacked his morning. he was about to head down to the spa, maybe treat himself to a massage, but fjord has better ideas, and who is vax to deny his husband lover what he wants?
the door is flung open by the raven and he pulls fjord inside with little ceremony, dragging him to the bed and making space for both of them.
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[ The first he knows of it comes from wafting two of the weird skull-patterned butterflies off his arms, shooing them away in alarm. When someone suggests he take a walk if he isn't a fan of bugs, he feels a tingle in the back of his head and agrees; he walks for three hours through the City before finally turning up home, exhausted and panting, sweat stuck to the sides of his neck. Shit. It's no coincidence these two things happened so close together and calls out for whoever is at home, intending to warn them about the new danger outside. ]
Guys! Think I'm cursed! Fuck, my feet ...
[ He yanks off his boots and rubs his heels, blistered from so much power-walking. ]
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[ While Molly keeps an eye on Fjord to make sure no one accidentally tells him to do something stupid, he still needs to go out of the house on occasion and Fjord promises to stay indoors until his return. It's quite quiet inside with everyone out for the day and he wanders around, avoiding books with suggestions in their meta, making snacks for himself and keeping his eyes off his device. It's boring, so inevitably he mooches his way into the adjoining house to see how the wizards are doing.
He takes the stairs up to the loft, confident as he can be that Gilmore is out and exploring the crazy City after so recently arriving. If Fjord hears any weird noises through Vax's door he resolves to leave immediately. Hearing nothing, he raps on the front, holding up the note that he wrote for himself:
I've been cursed by the bugs outside, I have to do whatever people ask. Please be gentle. I can still speak but I need you to read this first before we talk. ]
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he feels as though he's earned it, dealing with shaun all night long and then ... sometime he's going to have to face caleb, too. vax'ildan sighs and runs a hand through his hair when he hears the knock at his door, grumpily sitting up and staring at it as though the door itself as gravely offended him.
not masking his expression in the slightest, vax pads over to the door, pulling it open to face whoever saw fit to wake him up.
"fjord?"
he starts to ask him what he needs, but the note catches his attention first, and he mumbles it out loud as he reads. when he finishes, he looks up to him, frowning. that freshly-awoken grumpiness starts to fade, and he meets fjord's eyes with a furrowed brow. "oh, shit. alright. uh. come i-- er." okay. be careful with your words, vax'ildan. "do you... want to come inside?"
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It's nice to come in because he wants to, lips twitching into a relieved smile as Vax, with his quick rogue's mind, catches on quicker than he had hoped. Strolling into the dark loft, he looks around awkwardly and his attention lands back on its ruffled occupant.
"If you just woke up I can leave, I was keeping to myself anyway. I got bored, that's all."
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Oh, love... what happened?
[ Cursed? What the fuck did that mean? ]
Sit down, don't stand on those feet. I'll get some of those sticking bandage things.
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Two butterflies with skulls on their wings landed on me. Someone told me to go for a walk if I didn't like bugs ... and I did, for three hours. I'm exhausted.
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vax'ildan had just wanted something for breakfast that wasn't weird xhorhasian food, something to snack on while he tried to wake up for the day. coffee is in short supply in the magic using household next door, so he's wandered into the neinhaus's kitchen, where he finds a mug to fill and begin nursing.
upstairs, the sound of excited talking and enthusiastic oh!s and ah!s catch his attention, so vax blearily makes his way to the staircase to investigate. he's fully aware that he might be walking in on a few people having sex, but one of those excited voices sounds like aphrodite, and the memories of being married haven't entirely left him yet. the other sounds like... molly, maybe? it isn't fjord. he starts to take the steps as quietly as he can (27 on that stealth roll!) peeking around the slightly ajar doorframe of fjord and molly's shared room.
his suspicions have proven correct: aphrodite and mollymauk seem fairly excited about something they've laid out on the bed. fjord is nowhere to be found, and so vax'ildan's curiosity gets the better of him.
the door pushes open with a soft creak, and he gives away his position with a clearing of his throat.
"what'cha got there?"
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"Come now, dear, this one will look so cute with your-" The coat is about halfway down his arms when their visitor arrives and she freezes, hands still on the lapels of his coat and head swiveled towards the door. Fjord can't be home already-
"Oh, hello there, Vax." Said brightly, casually as if she wasn't in the middle of undressing Mollymauk. Speaking of, she pulls the coat the rest of the way off - treating it with the care that a beautiful garment deserves, of course, and she folds it nicely to lay on the dresser nearby, a hand motioning Vax at the door to come closer, "Come in and look, darling."
What they'd been cooing over was a few sets of lingerie, laid out on the bed. The pickings are slim but they are extremely cute with a few styles to choose from. A gift from both what the Augur put at the bottom of Aphrodite's trunk of clothes, and from Lottie, who Aphrodite has talked into letting her stress test the cute underwear she was designing. Win-win, she thinks.
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Just like the lovely goddess, he's momentarily worried it's Fjord that arrives, back already - but seeing Vax, his expression changes to an amused, interested one. Oh, now he has ideas.
"Oh, yes, come join us! Aphrodite has been so kind to share some lovely pieces with me... we were hoping to surprise a certain half-orc," he purrs, then reaches to pull his shirt off as well, adding it to the sweetly folded coat and kissing Aphrodite's cheek as a thanks.
"Aren't they absolutely lovely?" He asks, definitely excited about all of this - and then looks at the goddess again. "I think I'll go with the green, it matches my tattoo and the panties are perfect. Impeccable taste, as expected."
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( gilmore; hookah )
As he sips his drink, he smells something odd on the air. Burning? Not quite. Concerned, he follows the scent of smoke down a corridor he would ordinarily avoid (living quarters are a different bag to the social rooms in any house) until he comes to a door he wasn't aware was occupied before. It's the worry that someone accidentally started a fire which prompts him to knock. ]
Hello? Anyone in there?
[ Not to say that he didn't take his whiskey with him. He was alarmed, not frantic. ]
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[ The room is a completely new addition to the house. Shaun only recently earned but he's made the most of it. It's luxurious. Beautiful shades of purple with accents of black and touches of gold.
Shaun lounges on the floor in a pile of large pillows on a plush rug. It's a perfectly traditional space for a native Marquesian. It might look a bit strange to anyone else. Next to him is an elegant glass hookah also purple with a silver stem and black accents. There's clearly an aesthetic to Shaun that he has embraced fully in this new home of his. ]
Ah, Fjord! Welcome, welcome. Care to join me? [ He blows a bit of smoke in the air, perfectly explaining the smell slowly rolling through the house. ] Or is hookah not a tradition in Wildmounte?
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Gilmore, look at you. I was afraid someone was on fire, I'm glad to see you're not.
[ He shuts the door and steps inside, sinking down to sit on the edge of a pillow nearby. His gazes roves the interior decorating with a smile in tow before resting on the hookah. ]
I've seen them once or twice in Port Damali. You're really taking me back home in here, I like what you've done with the place.
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God, he's tired. That fucking plant was less horny than violent, something he doesn't encounter often outside the City; it was foolish not to be wary of more than the monsters.
Having returned home with a bag of peaches and nothing else for his labours, he wanders around the Neinhaus with a hot chocolate feeling sorry for himself with everyone out for the day, and because he's nosy he heads into the Wizardhaus too. Why not? There's fire whiskey in Vax's bar that he knows is saved for him ... maybe he could add some to his chocolate. Not even trying to be quiet, he makes his way through the second-level door and crosses over houses, cradling his drink with his one hand as his bandaged arm curls around his middle.
It might be pointless, but, ] Helloooo? Anyone home? Eldritch blaaast ... ?
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He's only just recently awoken when he hears a familiar voice echoing from the door shared between the houses. Dressed in the dark, silk and lace robe gifted to him by Fjord not long after his arrival, Essek steps out from his room, appearing at the bottom of the stairs and glancing up after the half-orc. He notices the cup first, and the bandaged arm second.
"Fjord-" He frowns in concern, starting up the stairs.
"Are you all right?"
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It's Essek in a dress. No, a nightgown. A nice nightgown.
"Oh. If I woke you up I can leave." That seems a more salient point to make. He glances behind Essek as if expecting others to follow in his wake, then back. "I was just ... walking."
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( molly; flying lessons )
Just a beaming, floating Paladin and his sword, no big deal. ]
Molly!
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Curious, Molly opens the window with a smile. ]
Hello there! What can I do for you? [ Wait... ] You're flying!
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[ Laughter carries him back a little, then he offers Molly a hand as he sweeps in close, eyes twinkling. ]
I finally got some spells back! Want to go for a ride?
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after a few days of bonding with them again, he returns them to their mount on the wall by his bed and crosses the homes to fjord's bedroom.
"fjord?" he calls quietly, knocking softly on the door. after a moment, he tries the handle. "put your pants on, i want to talk to you."
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"I'm decent, come on in."
Dressed in comfortable indoor clothing, he sits up on his bed with a leg curled underneath him and sets down the book he was reading. He looks like he had a shower not too long ago, hair damp, and wears a hesitant smile for Vax when he enters.
"Hey, you."
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Vax? I've got the ... goods.
[ That sounds so shady instead of sexy. ]
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husbandlover what he wants?the door is flung open by the raven and he pulls fjord inside with little ceremony, dragging him to the bed and making space for both of them.
"go on, then. let me see."
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